In the Mirror
Every day when I go in to work I start my shift off by cleaning the bathrooms. I actually really enjoy this activity, because it allows me a few moments alone to prepare for the day. Plus, I am always amazed at how easy it is to keep a public restroom clean. Granted, our customers are what would normally be referred to as the upper class, but they are still bathrooms, and they are rarely dirty at all. With five minutes and a windex bottle, I am able to have them sparkling. The worst case scenario I have to unplug a toilet which takes about 45 seconds and one hand washing. But I am getting off topic.
Yesterday as I was windexing the mirror I was looking at myself. I noticed how incredibly pronounced my dimples are when I smile. Sometimes when I start to smile at myself in the mirror I cannot help but smile more and more until I look like a bloody fool. But I have to say I love my smile. After my eyes, it is my favourite part about myself. Combined with my eyes, I feel it is a tool that could potentially change the world.
And then I noticed it. For the first time. A wrinkle. As I stood there smiling at myself like an idiot, I saw it. And it brought a mist to my eyes. For the wrinkle was right there on top of my dimple, creasing upwards towards my nose. It seems my smiling has paid off. It is true what they say when you are a child. If you make a face enough times, it will get stuck that way. Mine is stuck in a smile. My wrinkle is the proof.
I will be turning 30 this year in 2012, and I have to say, I cannot wait. I am very excited about this year and what it has to offer. I am ready for what the world has to offer me. Whatever I am confronted with I will remember that love is good, love is easy, love is beautiful, love is coming, love is given freely and love is everyone’s and I will smile through it.
Thank you so much, I really enjoyed your post and I love the thought of smiling through it!
Now that’s cute 🙂
I really enjoyed this post. (o:
Thanks everyone! I posted it like 10 minutes ago! This blog is really starting to take off… lol. I appreciate all of your support!
You DO have wonderful dimples, & a lovely smile:) Kudos for your face being “frozen” like that! And thanks for sharing so much of that smile w/the rest of us…………
Your delight is infectious…
You guys give me so much to smile about!
I had to smile and LOL. Thank you but just remember, that every wrinkle is perfectly inscribed with the golden quill.
Peace and Blessings
Your dimples were the first thing I noticed about you.
I was going to delete this post to avoid the embarrassment of you potentially seeing it after I figured out that I knew you, but everyone could use an ego booster every now and again.
This is possibly the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.
Except for those photos!
Bah! There’s nothing wrong with those pictures. I only wish I had one of you with your long hair. 😉
Besides, it was 13 (geez, that can’t be right) years ago, cameras weren’t as good back then.
Thanks for reminding me of my smile. I’ve never thought about it that way before 🙂
Your dimples were there on day 1 of your life. Of course you got them from me!
I did get your dimples, didn’t I… now I’m getting your wrinkles!
I DON’T HAVE WRINKLES!!!!
Well, your son does, so you are still an old fart!
Wrinkles only mean you are getting older…not old. 🙂
I really dig your attitude! I remember when I was approaching 30, and some friends were quizzled that I wasn’t all wonky about it. Laughing, I expressed, “Ya know? For a long time now, heck, almost 30 years, I have been getting closer and closer to 30. Soon, I will be getting further and further away from it.” 🙂 Enjoy that wrinkle as you are, it begins a map telling the stories of your life, and your smiling is a priceless one.
For some reason 29 feels like an ending and therefor older than 30 which seems a beginning.
As I am twice your age, I am on a whole different planet, wrinkle-wise. When I laugh, the creases become more pronounced. One of my grandsons calls them “gills.” The first time he told me I had gills, I protested in mock horror, “Oh, NO!” He answered, “I love your gills.”
Perception is reality.
It sounds like you had an “uh-oh” moment…LOL. I try to remember that there are millions of people who will never have the opportunity to reach their 20s, 30s, 40s, etc, and that gives me some perspective about watching myself age.
All I have to say is I LOVE every new change I find —- well….almost everything :-)!